My Job at the Calendar Factory

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My Job at the Calendar Factory by Kenn Nesbitt

I worked at the calendar factory.
I loved it in so many ways.
To color the numbers was always
the highlight of all of the days.

But, one day, I felt pretty lousy.
I had a bad cold and a cough.
They fired me then from the factory
for trying to take a day off.

I went to the doctor that morning.
He said, “It’s a good thing you’re here.
It looks like your days are now numbered.
I’d give you six months to a year.

“I wish that your life could be longer
but that’s not the case, I’m afraid.
You might live till March or till April.”
It’s fair to say I was dismayed.

For fourteen days I was too weak.
But then I got better somehow,
and I’ve walked away from that factory.
Those days are behind me for now.